xmas

I do not smoke anymore, quit almost 9 years ago. But I still love a good playlist. I have one for every situation. I was working on a new playlist, a few weeks ago, called Music to Pack Your Cigarettes By. My brother once told a girl that he could tell how much white trash was in a girl by how long she packed her cigarettes. Don’t know if that is true, but I still mimic packing my cigarettes, with my phone, one my steering wheel. Shhhh!

As I started the playlist, I realized that every song I could think of, came up EAGLES! I know, weird…so weird.

Then I started to realize, any song by the Eagles is a good song to pack your cigarettes to, and then I couldn’t think of any other songs.

It just became a thing. I miss the smell of a new pack of cigarettes. Not the smoking part, not the coughing part. Just the HEY, I am happy, new pack of smokes, and packing them on the steering wheel, the desk, my thigh, my friend’s head, you know…

I don’t even know what to say anymore. This song especially worries me. Someone is going to get hurt. And in a creepy Jodie Foster way. Get me out of here. I hate the Eagles I hate cigarettes. I need to listen to some punk rock now. STAT!

True Confession: I did buy this Christmas Eagles 45 for my jukebox. The picture was worth the price alone.

I love my Christmas glasses. I have been collecting them all year at thrift stores and garage sales. Some of them make sense, some are things I remember from my childhood and some are just drunk Santa and his drunk ass elves.

This glass is most fun when you pour a beer into it. Oh, Santa!

This elf is in the beginning stages of drunk. Happy, giggly and taking a bow. The elf next to him is a little bit more lit, and he is doing a one armed handstand! Whee! Little Drunk Elf!

This elf is in the middle stages of drunk. Dancing and thinking he is good at it. I have drank enough to dance, but never enough to believe I am good at it!

This elf is in the final and most haunting stages of drunk. He is ready to kick your ass! Oh no! Santa help!